Chapter 560
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Chapter 560 Cangxi Immortal
As soon as these words were spoken, Yu Nan was struck as if by lightning, collapsing to the ground with a “thud.”
That dagger was a specialized weapon made exclusively for her by Fu Yunhe.
When she killed someone yesterday, there was no one around, so Yu Nan didn’t discard the dagger. After wiping the blood clean, she simply put it back in her storage pouch.
She never imagined that her every move had been recorded.
Seeing Yu Nan’s reaction, everyone around changed their expressions.
Obviously, the footage Lin Batian had shown was depicting events that had actually happened.
Otherwise, Yu Nan and Yu Shijie wouldn’t have been this terrified.
“Immortal Cangxi, you must believe us, this is all fake!” Yu Tianming’s heart sank to the bottom, but he still refused to admit it.
Immortal Cangxi didn’t speak, but the sharpness in his eyes already revealed his thoughts.
“Family Head Yu, regardless, this matter must be reported to the Martial Arts Association. As for whether you’re lying, the Association’s people will investigate,” Immortal Cangxi said.
“Immortal Cangxi, the Yu family is your Wancao Sect’s only partner, how could you…”
Upon hearing the name of the Martial Arts Association, Yu Tianming could no longer remain calm and spoke urgently.
“Precisely because of the partnership between your Yu family and our Wancao Sect, this matter must be thoroughly investigated!” Immortal Cangxi said sternly.
“I, I want to see the Grand Elder!” Yu Tianming shouted.
“The Grand Elder is in seclusion and will not see anyone,” an elder from the medicinal path spoke from behind.
“I, I will never admit it, never admit it! We didn’t do anything!” Yu Tianming continued to shout, veins bulging on his forehead.
“Slap!”
Lin Batian lightly waved the paper fan in his hand, and a crisp sound rang out on Yu Tianming’s face, immediately knocking him to the ground.
He covered his face, blood flowing from his mouth.
“Whatever you have to say, tell it to the Martial Arts Association. Don’t shout here,” Lin Batian said.
Yu Tianming covered his face, too terrified to speak.
The elite guards behind him should have protected Yu Tianming.
But seeing that the person who struck was Lin Batian, not one of them dared to move!
“Watch them closely and notify the Martial Arts Association to come,” Immortal Cangxi said to an elder beside him.
Yu Tianming collapsed on the ground, his heart pounding.
He knew everything was over!
Immortal Cangxi turned to look at Fang Yu and Lin Batian, smiling: “Would you two like to join me for tea?”
Lin Batian looked at Fang Yu.
Fang Yu considered for a moment, then nodded.
…
Due to the battle, the alchemy conference was forced to stop. Most people left the Wancao Sect unharmed, while those injured in the chaos remained for treatment.
Fang Yu, Lin Batian, and Qin Lang who followed behind, all came to Immortal Cangxi’s residence located in the deepest part of the Wancao Sect.
It was a modest grass house surrounded by medicinal herbs, with an even stronger fragrance than outside.
“It’s very similar to Xiao Xia’s residence. Do all those who practice medicine have the same preferences?” Fang Yu thought as he surveyed the environment.
“Qian Ning, pour the tea.”
Inside the grass house was a wooden table. Immortal Cangxi sat at the head, with Fang Yu, Lin Batian, and Qin Lang sitting on the left side.
Across from them sat Yan Qianning, Yang Chuyu, and Ke’er.
Originally, Immortal Cangxi had only invited Fang Yu and Lin Batian, but Lin Batian strongly insisted on talking with Yan Qianning, so Yan Qianning and her two disciples also appeared in the grass house.
Hearing Immortal Cangxi’s words, Yan Qianning immediately stood up to pour tea for Lin Batian and Fang Yu.
After being promoted to elder, she rarely did such things.
But she naturally dared not disobey Immortal Cangxi’s orders.
Moreover, Fang Yu and Lin Batian before her truly deserved such respect.
“Master, let me do it,” Yang Chuyu quickly stood up, wanting to help Yan Qianning.
“Sit down,” Yan Qianning said with slightly furrowed brows.
“It’s fine, it doesn’t matter who pours,” Lin Batian said with a chuckle, waving his paper fan.
His demeanor resembled that of a playboy nobleman.
“There’s no one else here. If you two are willing, could you remove your disguises?” Immortal Cangxi asked.
Hearing this, Lin Batian raised an eyebrow.
He hadn’t expected Immortal Cangxi to see through his disguise technique.
But whether to remove it depended on Fang Yu’s decision.
Fang Yu nodded.
Lin Batian gently waved his paper fan.
“Whoosh!”
A light flashed around Fang Yu and Lin Batian.
As the light faded, the two returned to their original appearances.
Yang Chuyu and Ke’er sitting opposite were shocked, especially Ke’er, who screamed out loud.
She never imagined that these two were actually the same Fang Yu and Lin Batian who had forcibly chatted with Yang Chuyu at the stone gate earlier and given her a Great Returning Pill!
This… this…
Yang Chuyu and Ke’er’s minds were in chaos.
Yan Qianning finished pouring the tea and sat back down, looking at Ke’er.
Ke’er leaned close to Yan Qianning’s ear and quietly explained what had happened before.
After listening, surprise also appeared in Yan Qianning’s beautiful eyes.
“With such powerful strength, why did you two need disguises?” Immortal Cangxi smiled.
“We have no ill intentions toward the Wancao Sect,” Fang Yu said. “We came here mainly to find someone, and we’ve found them. We’ll leave soon.”
“Oh, I didn’t mean to question your motives,” Immortal Cangxi shook his head and said. “With your strength, if you truly wished to harm our Wancao Sect, we couldn’t stop you even with our entire sect’s power.”
“We hope you won’t reveal our disguised identities,” Fang Yu said.
“Of course not,” Immortal Cangxi replied. “I just want to know where you two are from?”
“I’m from the Xuanmen, and he’s from the Tiandao Sect,” Lin Batian answered truthfully.
These two sects had disappeared long ago.
Even if mentioned, Immortal Cangxi wouldn’t know what sects they were.
Sure enough, Immortal Cangxi looked puzzled.
“In my youth, I traveled throughout the martial world of the Nine Provinces… but I’ve never heard of the Tiandao Sect or Xuanmen,” Immortal Cangxi said.
“They’re very small sects, it’s normal you haven’t heard of them,” Lin Batian said.
Hearing Lin Batian say this, Immortal Cangxi understood that the two before him were unwilling to reveal their true information.
So, Immortal Cangxi didn’t ask further.
“Having you both at the Wancao Sect is our honor,” Immortal Cangxi said. “The Wancao Sect grows many medicinal herbs and has nice scenery. Since you’re here, if you’re interested, I’ll have Qian Ning accompany you for a tour. If you like any herbs, feel free to pick them.”
For powerful individuals like Fang Yu and Lin Batian, Immortal Cangxi felt nothing but respect.
“Of course I’m interested,” Lin Batian said. “…I have some knowledge of alchemy, and I’d like to pick some herbs to take back.”
“If you only have ‘some knowledge’ of alchemy, then our alchemy elders must know nothing at all,” Immortal Cangxi laughed.
…
A few minutes later, Fang Yu’s group followed Yan Qianning and her two disciples out of Immortal Cangxi’s grass house, walking along a mountain path.
At this moment, Yang Chuyu still couldn’t connect the fierce man who had fought with Fu Yunhe and punched Xiao Chen’s bearded face to pieces with the quiet Fang Yu before her.
The contrast was too great.
Along the way, Lin Batian kept talking with Yan Qianning, even asking questions that made Fang Yu feel embarrassed.
Yan Qianning didn’t dare offend Lin Batian and could only reluctantly respond, her face turning red involuntarily.
Yang Chuyu rarely saw her master so embarrassed.
Beside them, Ke’er started chatting with Qin Lang, the atmosphere harmonious.
Only Fang Yu remained mostly silent.
Yang Chuyu secretly glanced at Fang Yu from time to time, her beautiful eyes full of curiosity.
Is this current appearance really Fang Yu’s true face?
“Do you have something you want to ask?” Fang Yu suddenly turned his head to look at Yang Chuyu.
“I, I…” Yang Chuyu’s face reddened, too nervous to speak.
Fang Yu frowned slightly, about to say something.
At that moment, his divine sense suddenly experienced a subtle tremor.
Something was happening with the Dayan Lamp!
Fang Yu’s eyes sharpened, and he immediately connected his divine sense to investigate what was happening with the Dayan Lamp.
Soon, he saw a scene.
